(Homebrew D&D) Breaking New Ground

[Vadicus]

Eldavyan will wait for the High Transmuter to part company before he heels Shyl into motion, approaching Zykovian.

"Salutations, cousin," he says, after dismounting Shyl. "I am pleased to see you again and to find you unhurt from your travels.

"Your well-being intimates that this alien world is not as dangerous as I had first perceived. I find myself eager to hear your tales of this land over a prepared meal and a light wine. Spare my ears nothing, for I wish to know every detail if I am to strive toward the good of our people."

As always, Eldavyan leads the conversation with a beaming smile on his bland, square face. While his gleeful emotions are exaggerated in this time of despair, no one could be the wiser of his true sorrow; pain has fled his eyes and his smile.

All for the good of the Kingdom, he reminds himself.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Cousin. This world is very dangerous. Mark my words If you hear the howl of wolves run for the trees." Zyrial says

 

[Vadicus]

Hmm

"Truly?" he inquiries incredulously. "Are they fiendish manifestations of the natural beast? I pray that be the case, for if we must be wary of mere beasts of nature we are in dire straights indeed. Shyl and I will remain watchful and shall leave none behind. I intend to be first on the battle ground and last to depart."

If that means my death, he thinks, then so be it. Fhirya shall be with me in the end-- ! She worships no deity! Her soul will be lost! Eldavyan visibly flinches at the realization and is almost overcome with urgency to speak with his love. His mind is a tumult of thought process, yet his body remains as featureless as chthonic rock.

 

[Jemal]

Jalenne walks up to the man on the horse, smoothly and gracefully, and spoke in a soft voice. "It is said that fools rush in. If that is the case, and you are indeed a fool, then glad I am to be in the company of fools." The young, apparently unarmoured woman smiles at the others. "If only I could travel with such 'fools' as this more often, instead of the cowardly ones I used to work with."

As she finishes she reaches up and adjusts the golden bracelet holding her Long black hair in its ponytail, as if checking something

 

[Vadicus]

Uncertain if her words were compliment or insult, Eldavyan stoically retorts, "Aye that is oft said. Less commonly known wise words were once uttered, saying, 'True peace comes from understanding the self'. It is a philosophy by which I attempt to live my life.

"In knowing my commitment to the group during battle, I only ask one thing. Please do not abuse my vow and flee if the situation calls for retreat. Intrinsically, each and every one of you have the potential of holding my life, and Shyl's, in your hands when battles turn sour. Please keep this in mind, that is all I ask of you.

"Is there anything else I should know?"

 

[Jemal]

"Just one thing that I know of.. If you hear someone say 'DUCK' from behind you, then duck. And do not worry about fleeing, I would never leave companions to face an enemy by themselves... well, sometimes I appear to, but if you ever see me moving away, it is only to get a better shot." She grins at him.

"And what of the rest of you? I confess it's been far too long since I've spoken with you, what with being off adventuring and all. How have you been faring in these times?"

 

[Vadicus]

Eldavyan smiles, "It is a noble quality to not flee battle, but in some instances retreat is the most intelligent option. It is during these times that I declare responsibility for extracting party members." He pats Shyl's neck solidly. "No offense, but she can run faster and haul more elves than any of us."

No comment forth-coming, he turns his gaze toward the rest of the party, who seem uncharacterisically quiet.

 

[Tylette1]

Hanilee looks around. "I have been in service to Keytenye and to the queen for 120 years. I'll not run in the face of danger, especially if someone is being left behind. I could not leave someone without the healing powers of Keytenye."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Feh! Little sister, Fools often get themselves killed for no reason other then vows. The wolves I'm refering to are a Pack of Dire wolves with a very intellegent look in thier eyes. I was there when they ripped the Felin and the original scouting party nearly to shreads." Zyrial remarks. "Vows to your people are a good thing, don't misunderstand what I'm saying. I just want you to not engage them if you don't have to."

 

[Keia]

Zykovian nodded in greeting to his companions, both old and new. He wondered who was going to officially be part of the scouting party. It appeared that Zyrial, himself, and Ulysses would be joined by Eldavyan, Hanilee, and Jalenne.

A somewhat more combat heavy group - acceptable, but Zykovian was uncertain of the magical firepower of his companions. Being a psion himself - and more of a warrior psion, Zykovian didn't have the offensive powers to deal with mystical threats.

"I was going to talk with a couple of the felin, see if they might be interested in escorting us to the edge of their territory. If not, perhaps we can get some information from them on what may lie ahead," Zykovian offered.